Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"No, no!" Ilya was on the verge of tears, feeling her worldview crumbling at an alarming rate.

Who uses spells and Noble Phantasms to start a fire?!

After swallowing raw roasted venison and drinking some simply treated seawater, barely managing to eat and drink her fill, Ilya discovered another major problem—

"By the way, where are we staying tonight?"

Upon hearing this, the previously lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The ahoge and Mordred, who were enjoying their food, Kiyohime and Tamamo, who were entangled with their Master, the gunner who was sparring with each other, and the gatekeeper who was admiring the moon... everyone suddenly froze in place, as if they had become a still black and white painting.

Oh right... Where do Master and these girls stay at night?

Their Servants can become spirits, which Ritsuka and Illya can't do!

"Um... Miss Tamamo-no-Mae, could you...?"

"No way, absolutely not!" The fox spirit priestess crossed her arms in a gesture of refusal. "Tamamo can provide water and a fire, but she absolutely cannot build a house! Besides, there's no architecture involved in a bride's training program!"

"Unfortunately, my education didn't include building houses, you know?" Kiyohime said, suddenly letting out a lewd laugh. "Of course, making children isn't out of the question..."

"If only Agravan and Bedivere were here," Artoria said, her ahoge drooping. "Wouldn't it be perfect if it were them?"

"Ugh, ugh..." Mordred wanted to say 'I can do it too,' but recalling his past where all he did was fight, he could only remain silent with a look of resentment.

As for the male Servants...

"No, but I can help with guarding the gate." That was Kojiro.

“The Knight of Fiona never cares about where he rests!” That’s Diarmuid.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me? Do you think the Red Branch Knights are any better?" This was Cú Chulainn.

In conclusion, regarding accommodation, everyone is at an unprecedented stalemate.

"Um... I know a little about wilderness survival."

At this moment, Miyu timidly raised her hand, and before everyone could get too excited, she added.

"If it's the bare minimum, the kind of shelter that breaks down after one use, I can still build it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ritsuka suddenly grabbed her hand, her gaze sincere, as if she were looking at the last hope of the entire village.

"I'm counting on you, Miyu-chan!"

"Huh? Huh! Um, I'll do my best, could you please let go of my hand...?"

Looking at Ritsuka, who was much more lively than Fujimaru, and Mash, who was quietly smiling beside her, Draco remained silent in the corner. Ignoring Artoria's subtle gaze, he silently scooped up some purified water and took a sip. The bitterness made him wrinkle his face.

"If it were you, these fools wouldn't be in such a sorry state, Shuoyue..."

Mentioning the young man's name, Draco quickly recalled the sudden loss of strength and energy he felt during his fight with Bazett.

"What good deed have you done this time?"

Looking up at the starry sky, in the flickering firelight, Draco's legs, hidden under his red dress, gradually became transparent.

Another world, the heartland of Ainsworth

By the time Shuoyue realized what was happening, he had already fallen into Pandora's box.

It's like falling into black mud. At first, it's darkness that covers all five senses, followed by greed, hypocrisy, slander, jealousy, and pain that arise from within...

The malice, enough to spread throughout the world, surged forth in that instant, like piranhas that had smelled blood, crashing into Shuoyue's body, devouring his pain, and taking over his will.

However, the platinum light purified everything in an instant. The white-haired youth closed his eyes, his fingers moving rhythmically, and took advantage of the brief gap to connect to the imaginary domain.

The nascent Third Law alone is insufficient to defeat the endless evil, but Shuoyue knows who can devour them all.

.

She drank deeply and tasted the wickedness of humanity; what was like poison to humans was like sweet rain to her.

She is the apocalyptic beast that symbolizes the dark side of primates!

The platinum light quickly dissipated, replaced by the shadow of a seven-headed, ten-horned monster, more profound than darkness and more greedy than evil!

How could God's mere creation possibly overcome this eternal evil?

Pandora's Box let out a mournful cry.

Chapter 336 Pandora, the Core of the Machine God, and the Metamorphosis of the Beast

Chapter 337 Mech God Core: Pandora and the Metamorphosis of the Beast

There were also resistance efforts.

Pandora's box contains darkness capable of destroying the entire world; it is a sediment that is no less than 'all the evil in the world,' and perhaps even more so.

A swirling torrent, sin and the evils of this world flow, amplify, chain, and transform, forming countless reefs and storms.

The vortex of the cursed voice churns, and if any foreign object is found within it, a discordant sound will be heard amidst the denial that destroys everything, and all power will be mobilized to annihilate it.

Replace his heart with despair, fill his will with murderous intent, and pierce his flesh with greed.

The malice and temptations of the gods of the Age of Gods converge here, a fall that no great hero could resist. It is precisely because of their radiant glory and their proud stance that the shadows they cast behind them are so profound and difficult to escape.

However, no matter how much wear and tear or brilliance it encounters, one voice still sings 'affirmation'.

!! ?

The world is full of myriad things, and evil and ugliness abound. It's impossible to remain normal; it's impossible to accept or bear its weight.

Indeed, this is how the world is. Why lament or be surprised by such common occurrences?

!!!

A clay doll, so beautiful it seemed inhuman, emerged and posed a question in the pitch blackness that deprived the five senses.

"Why do you think so?"

"Who condones it? Who permits it? Who bears the burden of this evil?"

That was not the self-disciplined interrogation of Pandora's box, but the cry of every twisted, fallen soul drowning in the gap between life and death.

Faced with this weighty question, a clear, cheerful laugh answered:

What kind of stupid talk is that?

I don't need to concern myself with things that don't concern me, and I will cut ties with things that do concern me!

The young man never thought he had to shoulder the responsibility for the world and all its people, but once that responsibility was involved, he was not afraid to use ruthless methods to eliminate obstacles.

He was neither a saint nor a demon; he was just one of the masses. Yet, in a place where "individuals" were absolutely forbidden, he managed to make Pandora's Box acknowledge the existence of others within it.

And so, after witnessing countless trials and tribulations, and as the flames of calamity rose and fell, the only truly brilliant thing was revealed.

An exquisite core leaped up, its crimson divine runes resembling an outer garment, while endless divine light was hidden within.

This is a story familiar to everyone—when all the suffering in Pandora's box is released, the hope hidden within by the goddess of wisdom will burst forth with a glimmer of light that transcends disaster.

The darkness shattered, scattering black droplets. Even with all its malice, it could not fully digest this foreign substance, and could only offer its most precious treasure to this absolute self.

Mech God Core - Pandora.

The white glow that had lasted for thousands of years merged into the youth's chest, but at the moment of contact, the youth grabbed it and forcibly pulled it away.

"Hmph." A low, cold laugh came from somewhere. With a forceful gesture, the core, created by the combined efforts of all the gods, shattered like a bubble. Seven-colored light bloomed and then scattered, turning into a sorrowful rain of decay. The countless fragments of light ignited, and blood-red flames rose in the darkness.

Gather, gather, gather—

This time, the youth accepted it entirely based on their own will.

As a Beast Contractor, he accepted the calamity power of Pandora's Box and rejected salvation.

Raising his head, the youth, transformed into a red dragon of calamity, spread his wings and took flight. His sharp demonic wings tore through the black sky, casting a shadow of seven heads and ten horns on the ground.

Boom!

In the heart of Ainsworth, Darius, the patriarch, was still laughing triumphantly when Pandora's Box suddenly opened, unleashing a torrent of calamities. The true demons crossed the sea, their long dragon tails swaying and their bony wings spreading, obscuring the sun in the sky.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you again, Mr. Darius."

Golden pupils stained with the color of blood, and his face bearing markings identical to Draco's, the handsome yet sinister young man bowed deeply, seemingly polite, but in the next instant he appeared behind Darius, his sharp claws piercing through his chest!

"Pooh!"

The afterimage of bowing shattered, Darius's eyes bulged, and he vomited blood. Rhomboid displacement spaces appeared around him, but they were burned and sealed by the blood flames burning on Shuoyue's body.

"You, how could you possibly come from a place like that..."

"The inside of Pandora's Box? The sea of ​​calamities left behind by the gods?" Even with a beastly roar in his voice, Shuoyue's tone was still full of disdain and amusement.

"I've been through this kind of thing before."

Compared to Pandora's box, how much worse is the Holy Grail, which is tainted by the evils of this world?

The Third Law can even purify the evils of this world, not to mention that with the protection of the contract with Draco, ordinary evil thoughts have no effect on the New Moon.

[Rejected 'Machine God Core Pandora', obtained temporary skill: 'Beast Transformation - Fall']

Beast Transformation: EX

The highest level of transformation skills, a miracle/calamity achieved through a series of coincidences, proof of a contract that allows one to briefly control original sin in human form.

An unusual heat was boiling, flowing through his body like magma with his breath. Through the properties of Pandora's Box, he briefly gained Draco's power. As he sensed this strange form, he cut off Darius's escape route. Using his knowledge of displacement magic, he analyzed the situation and captured Darius, who had long since become a spiritual concept and was hiding in Julian's body.

Then, ignoring his pleas for mercy, he crushed him.

“I know your determination, I know your obsession and desire.” Looking at Julian, who was kneeling on the ground and gradually returning to his original form amidst wails, Shuoyue calmly withdrew her beast claws, and the red markings on her body began to recede like a tide. “But I don’t intend to help.”

The reason for rejecting the Pandora Core is simple: once Shuoyue takes away the 'hope' from the box, Pandora's Box will open uncontrollably, and the calamity it releases will be something this world with depleted spiritual veins cannot withstand.

But Shuoyue came here not just to deal with Ainsworth.

"Take me to the dungeon, the place I escaped from before." Picking up the unconscious Julian, Shuoyue turned to look at Angelica, who was running towards her at high speed, her threat clear.

"Oh, and also, prepare the materials for making the doll for me."

"Yes." Angelica finally nodded in agreement.

Darius's act of throwing the new moon into Pandora's box was Ainsworth's last gamble; if he failed, Ainsworth would have no chance to resist him.

Surrender, and ensure the continuation of Ainsworth's lineage—that was Angelica's conclusion.

"By the way, give me your and Beatrice's class cards. I don't need to explain how, do I?"